Apollo

Hands around my tumbler tightened. Artemis was right. I froze to my spot, as I watched her walking to a patio chair in a solitary corner. Her eyes were on the girls who had stripped naked and were jumping in the pool, squealing and laughing loud. I was sure they had scented me and were showing their assets. But I was fixedly looking at one girl who stayed away from me for three days. The golden-haired, blue-eyed girl who haunted me every living second of my day.

My wolf was clamoring, clawing and was being one restless beast. It wanted to go to his mate. And I know that it would struggle and sniff and raze the world to the ground to reach her. I rose to my feet, pulled like a magnet. I prowled closer to her with my eyes fixed on the target. As if she sensed me already, her head snapped in my direction. A beautiful blush rose on her cheeks and spread it down her neck and chest. I walked closer, closer, closer and halted until I was standing next to her, towering over her. Her citrusy